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"You're a Dou Emperor?"

Hun Doulol's voice was not loud, but it snapped everyone out of their daze.

In an instant.

An uproar erupted between heaven and earth, echoing throughout the surroundings.

Hun Doulol stared fixedly at Hun Xiu. Even after coming back to her senses, she still found it hard to believe what she saw when she looked at the Dou Wings behind him.

Dou Qi Wings—and such solid, tangible wings at that. Only Dou Emperors possessed wings like these. Although they too could form Dou Qi Wings, there was an enormous difference between theirs and those created by a Dou Emperor.

She simply did not believe Hun Xiu was merely a Dou Emperor. Could a mere Dou Emperor use only his physical body to withstand the Earth Tier high-grade attack of a Dou Wang like her? That was utterly impossible.

But if Hun Xiu was not a Dou Emperor, but someone above the Dou Emperor realm—a Dou Zong, or even a Dou Venerable—then why would he need to form Dou Qi Wings? Wouldn't standing in the void be better?

Or was Hun Xiu planning to play the pig to eat the tiger, pretending to keep a low profile while actually doing it to show off more impressively? One thought after another surfaced in Hun Doulol's mind.

Hun Doulol's thoughts were the thoughts of every young member of the Hun Clan on the arena, as well as the surrounding spectators.

They simply could not believe that Hun Xiu was only at the Dou Emperor realm. Could someone at the Dou Emperor realm really do nothing at all and rely solely on their body to withstand the Extreme Wind Finger unleashed by a Dou Wang?

Impossible.

No matter how monstrous a genius was, they could not withstand the Extreme Wind Finger with their physical body while doing nothing at all.

Even if that monster was Hun Xiu, they still refused to believe it.

So what if he was a Dou Emperor? His body was still exceptionally frail.

Even Dou Zongs and Dou Venerables could perish if they faced a terrifying attack from a Dou Wang with nothing but their flesh and blood, without putting up any resistance.

After all, no matter how powerful someone was, what difference was there between them and an ordinary person if they did not resist or use Dou Qi?

Without using Dou Qi or resisting, forget a terrifying attack from a Dou Wang—even a terrifying strike from a Dou Ling could easily kill them.

Yet Hun Xiu had actually endured the power of Hun Doulol's high-grade Earth Tier Dou Technique without using anything at all.

That was simply courting death.

Everyone had originally thought Hun Xiu was throwing his life away, but unexpectedly, he had survived.

He had suffered some injuries and looked rather bedraggled, but he did not seem to be seriously hurt.

Just that alone.

Even ordinary Dou Venerables could not accomplish it.

Only a Dou Saint's physical body could do so. Therefore, they guessed that Hun Xiu was very likely a Dou Saint.

A Dou Saint.

That was a peak existence even on the continent. So long as no Dou God appeared, Dou Saints stood at the very pinnacle of the continent.

What did a nine-year-old Dou Saint represent? It was practically heaven-defying. If this child did not die, he would surely become a Dou God in the future. Perhaps he would even become one in less than ten years, standing above heaven and earth, above all living beings.

Yet the Dou Wings behind Hun Xiu now filled them with immense shock. After the earth-shaking uproar died down.

They understood that this was very likely a show Hun Xiu had staged to play the pig to eat the tiger. Of course, that was only one reason.

In their eyes, Hun Xiu was more concerned about the younger generation of the Hun Clan.

After all, a Dou Saint.

A nine- or ten-year-old Dou Saint—if word of that got out, the entire continent would be thrown into an uproar.

What face would the younger generation of the Hun Clan have left? They were all members of the Hun Clan and all lived in the Hun Realm, yet Hun Xiu had become a Saint at nine, while they were already ten, eleven, or twelve years old and were only Dou Wangs or Dou Emperors. The gap between them was like the difference between heaven and earth, an insurmountable chasm.

Thus, Hun Xiu was truly worthy of being Hun Xiu.

Either he was a Dou Saint, or he possessed the Transcendent Divine Bloodline. They could not compare to such broad-mindedness and such maneuvering.

At this moment, all the younger members on the arena understood. They exchanged glances, then smiled bitterly and shook their heads helplessly.

Even Hun Feng understood the reason behind it and could not help feeling reverence for Hun Xiu.

No wonder he's the elder brother while I'm only the younger brother. I thought he was only older because he was born earlier, but now it seems that isn't the only reason. I, Hun Feng, cannot compare to this kind of maneuvering. So what if I call him "Brother"?

Every one of the younger generation now felt admiration for Hun Xiu.

Hun Xiu had no idea that these people, along with a crowd of spectators, had imagined so much in such a short instant.

He nodded at Hun Doulol and said, "I am indeed only a Dou Emperor."

"Mm."

Hun Doulol was not surprised to hear Hun Xiu's words. She nodded. She had long expected this answer.

Everything was within her expectations.

Her body slowly descended until she finally landed on the Training Arena. She clasped her fists toward Hun Xiu and said, "Hun Xiu, you're incredible. You're powerful. I'm no match for you. I admit defeat."

She gave Hun Xiu a thumbs-up, looking as though she were praising him.

"..."

Hun Xiu looked at Hun Doulol in surprise. "You're admitting defeat?"

He could not understand why Hun Doulol was admitting defeat. She had beaten him into such a state, and now she intended to settle everything by simply admitting defeat?

Who was going to pay for him looking this miserable?

He had been prepared to let Hun Doulol unleash her final move, then show her just how formidable Hun Xiu was.

Hun Doulol was only putting on a strong front now. She simply could not unleash any powerful attack.

If she came at him once more, he could turn things around.

He had been ready, yet Hun Doulol was now admitting defeat. She was not going to continue? Would he, Hun Xiu, agree to that?

Of course not.

"I don't agree to you admitting defeat."

Hun Xiu stared firmly at Hun Doulol. Earlier, he had told her to admit defeat, but she had refused. Now that she had enjoyed beating him up.

She wanted to admit defeat.

What was he, Hun Xiu? A punching bag?

"Hmm?"

Hun Doulol was briefly stunned. She had thought that admitting defeat would grant Hun Xiu his wish. After all, he had kept asking her to surrender.

But now that she had surrendered, he did not agree?

This... men truly were strange creatures.

Hun Doulol had only admitted defeat after careful consideration. First, Hun Xiu had asked for it before, and after witnessing his strength, what was the harm in satisfying him?

Second, she was only putting up a strong front now. Less than one-tenth of her Dou Qi remained, and her third move would not be very powerful either.

Once the three moves were over, it would be Hun Xiu's turn to counterattack. Rather than lose disgracefully later, it was better to admit defeat on her own.

Hun Xiu was a young Dou Saint. No matter how hard she tried, she could never be his opponent.

There was no shame in admitting defeat.

Refusing to admit defeat was what would truly be embarrassing.

Seeing Hun Doulol voluntarily admit defeat, Hun Dun stepped forward at this moment and announced, "Hun Doulol admits defeat. Hun Xiu wins the first match."

Upon hearing Hun Dun's declaration, Hun Xiu glanced at Hun Doulol, then at Hun Dun, who was acting as the referee.

He was furious.

The hand clutching his wooden sword tightened into a fist.

"Hmph..."

Hun Xiu snorted coldly, then transformed into a streak of light and departed. This time, Hun Xiu could only admit that he had been unlucky.